Time seemed to slow down as Trilochan's hand closed around the gun, his fingers wrapping around the grip with a deadly precision. Anirudh's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen, but he was frozen in place, unable to move or react.

Anirudh's world had come to a standstill as he watched in horror as Bondita fell to the ground, her body trembling in pain. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, and his breath had been knocked out of him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. 

As he rushed to her side, he felt a sense of desperation wash over him. He held her body in his arms, trying to comfort her, trying to stop the bleeding. His white shirt was quickly getting stained with her blood, but he didn't care. All he cared about was saving her, making sure she was okay.

"Kaka, aapne yeh kya kiya?" he screamed, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Why did you do this? Why did you shoot her?" He looked up at Trilochan, his eyes blazing with anger and hatred. He couldn't believe that his own kaka could do something so cruel, so heartless.

As he held Bondita's body in his arms, he felt her trembling, felt her pain and her fear. He whispered softly to her, trying to comfort her, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay.

The sound of Trilochan's voice, cold and detached, cut through Anirudh's shock. "She was a spy, Anirudh," he said, his words dripping with malice. "She was a threat to our family."

But Anirudh didn't hear him. He was too busy staring at Bondita, his mind screaming in denial. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. Bondita was supposed to be safe, supposed to be protected. She was supposed to be his, his to love and cherish.

"Bondita, please don't leave me," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "Please don't go. I need you, I love you."

He felt tears streaming down his face as he held her, felt his heart breaking into a million pieces. He couldn't lose her, not now, not ever.With a surge of adrenaline, Anirudh scooped up Bondita's body in his arms and started to run, desperate to get her to a hospital, desperate to save her life. He didn't care about anything else, just about saving the woman he loved.

 As Anirudh reached the main gate, he was met with a scene that made his blood run cold. Thakumaa's eyes were blazing with anger and fury as she took in the sight of Bondita's lifeless body in his arms. Her face contorted in rage, she let out a loud shout, her voice echoing through the air.

"How dare you shoot my child?" she thundered, her eyes fixed on Anirudh with a malevolent glare. "You will pay for this, Anirudh. You will pay dearly."

Anirudh's heart sank as he realized that Thakumaa had misunderstood the situation. She thought that he was responsible for Bondita's condition, and her anger and hatred were directed towards him.

But before he could explain, before he could tell her that it was Trilochan who had shot Bondita, Thakumaa's words cut him off. "Jaise tumlogo ne meri poti ko maara hai vese hi main tumhe maar dalungi," she spat, her voice venomous. "Chandrachur, jamai babu, shoot him." 

Anirudh's eyes widened in horror as Chandrachur raised his gun, pointing it directly at him. He felt a surge of fear, but he didn't care. He was willing to die if it meant that Bondita could live.

With a desperate cry, Anirudh held out Bondita's body, shielding her from the gun. "No, Thakumaa, please," he begged. "You don't understand. It was Trilochan kaka who shot her, not me. I'm trying to save her life." 

But Thakumaa's face was unyielding, her eyes cold and hard. "I don't care who shot her," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "You are a Roy Choudhary, and you will pay for what has happened to my granddaughter."As Chandrachur's finger tightened on the trigger, Anirudh closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

As the bullet pierced through Anirudh's body, he felt a searing pain and a sense of numbness wash over him. He tried to hold on to Bondita's body, but his strength was failing him. He felt himself falling to the ground, his vision blurring as he looked up at Chandrachur's face.

Chandrachur's expression was cold and unyielding, his eyes showing no emotion as he stood over Anirudh's fallen body. Anirudh tried to speak, but his voice was barely a whisper.

As Chandrachur stood over Anirudh's fallen body, he smiled cruelly and placed his foot on Anirudh's wound, applying pressure to the already bleeding gash. Anirudh's eyes widened in agony as he felt a searing pain shoot through his body, his vision blurring from the intensity of the discomfort.

As Chandrachur kept his foot on Anirudh's wound, Anirudh's face contorted in agony and he shouted... "BONDITA!!"

But his voice was cut off as Bondita suddenly sat up in bed, her eyes wide with fear and her heart racing. "Sakhaaa babu!" she shouted, her voice hoarse from the intensity of the dream.

She looked around, disoriented, and realized that it was just a dream. She was in her own bed, in her own room, and Anirudh was nowhere to be seen. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her mind was still reeling from the vivid and disturbing images of the dream.

Bondita threw off the covers and rushed out of her room, her heart still racing from the disturbing dream she had just had. Without thinking, she ran towards Anirudh's study, her feet carrying her towards the one person she knew could comfort her.

As she burst into the study, she saw Anirudh sleeping on the couch, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. She felt a surge of love and longing as she looked at him, and without hesitation, she went to him and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

Anirudh didn't stir, but Bondita didn't care. She buried her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin, and kissed him all over his face, her lips tracing the lines of his jaw, his cheeks, and his forehead.

"Sakha babu," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm not able to endure this distance between us. I want to tell you that I'm your Bondita, not Vaijayanti. But how do I tell you, when there's so much enmity between us? I need to end this feud first, to make things right between us."

As Bondita's lips touched Anirudh's, she felt a spark of electricity run through her body. It was a gentle, soft kiss, but it held a deep emotional intensity. Anirudh's eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into the kiss.

As they broke apart, Bondita's eyes locked onto Anirudh's, and she saw the faintest glimmer of a smile on his lips. She smiled back, feeling a sense of connection and intimacy that she had never felt before.

Without saying a word, Bondita reached out and took Anirudh's hand in hers. She brought it to her lips and kissed it gently, feeling a sense of reverence and devotion wash over her. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about her feelings for him.

Bondita smiled at him again, and then turned and walked back to her room, leaving Anirudh to his thoughts. As she closed the door behind her, Bondita felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that she had taken a risk by kissing Anirudh, but it had felt so right. She couldn't wait to see him again, to talk to him and to be with him.

She walked over to her bed and sat down, her mind replaying the events of the past few minutes. She had kissed Anirudh, and it had felt like the most natural thing in the world. She had kissed his hand, and it had felt like a promise, a promise of love and devotion.

As she lay down on her bed, Bondita felt a sense of hope and excitement for the future. She knew that there would be challenges ahead, but she was ready to face them, as long as she had Anirudh by her side.

The next morning, Anirudh made his way to Bondita's room, hoping to catch her before she started her day. However, as he entered the room, he found that she was in the washroom, and he thought it best to come back later.

But as he turned to leave, his eyes fell upon her handbag, which was lying on the table. Something about it caught his attention, and he felt a sudden surge of curiosity. He walked over to the table and noticed that a card was peeking out of the bag.

Without thinking, Anirudh picked up the card, and as he read the name on it, his heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the words "Barrister Bondita Das". The card slipped from his hand, and he felt like he had been punched in the gut.

Without thinking, Anirudh picked up the card, and as he read the name on it, his heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the words "Barrister Bondita Das". The card slipped from his hand, and he felt like he had been punched in the gut.

Why had she been hiding her identity from him? Why had she pretended to be Vaijayanti? What was she trying to achieve by keeping her true identity a secret? Anirudh's eyes scanned the room, as if searching for answers, but his mind was a jumble of emotions.

his inner voice reminded him of the painful truth. "You told her that you hate her, that you both don't have any relation, and you don't want to see her face ever in your life," it whispered.

Anirudh's eyes dropped, and he felt a wave of shame and regret wash over him. He remembered the day he had said those hurtful words to Bondita, the day he had rejected her and pushed her away. He had been so blinded by his anger and his misconceptions that he had never stopped to think about how his words would affect her.

"Why did I say those things?" he wondered, his mind filled with remorse. "Why did I push her away?" He thought about all the times he had misjudged her, all the times he had assumed the worst about her. He thought about the way he had treated her, the way he had spoken to her.

As Anirudh picked up the card again, a small smile crept onto his face. He caressed the card, his fingers tracing the embossed letters that spelled out "Barrister Bondita Das". He whispered the words to himself, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for the woman who had achieved her dreams.

"Barrister Babu Bondita," he whispered, his voice filled with affection and respect. He felt a sense of pride and ownership, knowing that this accomplished and strong-willed woman was the same Bondita he had grown up with, the same Bondita he had fallen in love with.

He felt a sense of pride and joy, knowing that Bondita had completed the dream he had seen for her. He had always wanted her to be independent, to stand on her own two feet, and to make a name for herself in the world.

And now, she had done it. She had become the first female barrister of India, a feat that filled Anirudh's heart with pride and happiness. He remembered the days when he had encouraged her to pursue her dreams, when he had believed in her even when she didn't believe in herself.

As he stood there, holding the card and smiling, Anirudh felt a sense of gratitude and love for Bondita. He realized that she had completed the dream they had seen with open eyes, the dream of becoming a barrister and making a difference in the world, to stand for the girls right.

But most of all, Anirudh felt grateful that Bondita was back in his life, that he had a second chance to make things right with her. He knew that he had hurt her in the past, but he was determined to make it up to her, to prove to her that he loved and respected her for who she was.

As he stood there, holding the card and smiling, Anirudh knew that he would do anything to make Bondita happy, to support her and love her for the rest of his life. He was ready to start anew, to build a life with the woman he loved, and to make their dreams a reality together.

As Anirudh heard the bathroom door opening, he quickly put the card back in its place, making sure that everything was exactly as it was before. He didn't want Bondita to know that he had discovered her secret, not yet.

With a sense of urgency, Anirudh rushed towards the study, trying to compose himself before Bondita came out. He didn't want her to see the emotions that were still swirling inside him, the mix of surprise, pride, and love that he was feeling.

As Anirudh took out the photo frame from his locker, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. The picture of little Bondita gazed back at him, her bright eyes and mischievous smile transporting him back to a time when life was simpler. He gently kissed the photo, his lips brushing against the glass as he whispered, "She was my Bondita all along, and I couldn't recognize her."

Tears began to fall, streaming down his face as he hugged the photo frame close to his heart. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks - he had been blind to the fact that the woman he had been falling for was, in fact, his own Bondita. The same Bondita he had grown up with, the same Bondita he had shared countless memories with.

As he held the photo frame, Anirudh felt a mix of emotions: regret, sadness, and joy. He regretted not recognizing her sooner, not seeing the woman she had become. He felt sad for the time they had lost, for the misunderstandings and the pain they had both endured. But most of all, he felt joy - joy that he had been given a second chance, joy that he could finally be with the woman he loved.

The reason behind his attraction to her became crystal clear. It wasn't because she was Vaijayanti, but because she was his Bondita. The connection they shared, the spark that flew between them, it was all because of their shared past, their shared memories.

As Anirudh stood there, holding the photo frame, his inner voice spoke up, its tone laced with sarcasm. "Tumhari toh dushman hai naa woh Anirudh," it said, reminding him of the fact that Bondita was supposed to be his enemy.

But Anirudh's response was immediate and emphatic. He shook his head, his eyes never leaving the photo frame. "No," he whispered, his voice firm and resolute.

How could he hate his Bondita? She was his other half, his ardhangini, his jeene ki wajah. She was the one who made his life worth living, who brought light and joy into his world. Just as he was her sansaar, her world, she was his sansaar  too. Just like he was her sakha, she was his sakhi too.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Anirudh realized that his love for Bondita was not just a feeling, but a fundamental part of his being. It was a love that had been forged in the fire of their shared experiences, a love that had been tested by time and circumstance.

He couldn't hate her, no matter how hard he tried. She was a part of him, a part that he couldn't live without. And as he looked at the photo frame, he knew that he would do anything to make things right between them, to prove to her that his love was true and unwavering.

Anirudh's eyes closed, and he took a deep breath, letting the tears fall freely. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, a sense of closure. He knew that he had to make things right, to apologize for his mistakes, and to prove to Bondita that he loved her for who she truly was. 

As he stood there, holding the photo frame, Anirudh made a promise to himself. He would do everything in his power to win Bondita back, to make her happy, and to spend the rest of his life making up for lost time. He would cherish her, love her, and protect her, just as he had promised to do all those years ago.

The photo frame, now wet with his tears, seemed to glow with a newfound significance. It was a reminder of the love they shared, a love that had been tested by time and circumstance, but had ultimately prevailed. Anirudh smiled, feeling a sense of hope and renewal, as he whispered, "I'll make it right, Bondita. I promise."